[FONT="]*In an Italian Restaurant, somewhere in New York, Max Alive and Luke Hades sit at a window table wearing tag team title belts. There are three chairs, one for Luke, one for Max, and an empty one. The camera looks into the window as Carl Long walks into the scene and sits down in the empty seat. The camera cuts inside of the restaurant. The sound of Italian voices, real and mimicked, are in the multitude. Max has a laid back and smiling look on his face as Long questions him first.*
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[FONT="]Long:
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[FONT="]Hello Mr. Alive.
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[FONT="]Alive:
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[FONT="]Come on, man! I’ve told you many-a times to call me Max! Don’t be so uptight, dude.
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[FONT="]*Max smiles as Long looks completely baffled and confused.*
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[FONT="]Long:
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[FONT="]Umm, is it just me, or are you not nervous at all about your upcoming Impact Wrestling Federation Tag Team Championship match at Fallout? I mean, shouldn’t you be planning? Shouldn’t you be even a little intense? You seem like nothing matters.
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[FONT="]*Max shifts in his seat and takes off the tag title belt and throws it over his shoulder. It reads: CWA World Tag Team Champion – Gods of the Ring.*
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[FONT="]Alive:
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[FONT="]Do you see this, Carl? This is why I am not worried, troubled, or nervous. Both of us, Luke and I, have dealt with harder. We have faced stronger than the Red Shield Mafia. We’re Alive n’ lovin’ it while they act like they are completely cool about everything, but they are really dying inside. Gods don’t get wasted. Gods don’t get hangovers. Gods are immortal. Gods are, quite frankly, awesome. Us, the Gods of the Ring are…
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[FONT="]Hades:
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[FONT="]The Gods of the Ring are complete role models and great people. The world today is at a lack of heroes and that is why we are here. IWF is crowning new champions. We are, excuse me, will be perfect and respected champions. Champions who up and comers look forward to facing in the ring. We will befriend them, and they will befriend us. We will be the legends. We are the people the Red Shield Mafia fear. The Mafia fears us. They want to be us, but they are mortals who are far from saving.
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[FONT="]*Luke, with the title belt around his waist, stands up and pulls out, from nowhere, his Bo Staff named The Samurai. He walks over to a piece of Italian vase-work and destroys it in one lashing blow from the staff. Long jumps up as the vase falls to the floor in thousands of small pieces.*
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[FONT="]Hades:
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[FONT="]The strength of the Gods will be shown…
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[FONT="]*He walks over to the camera and jabs The Samurai right into the lens, making everything fade to black.*[/FONT]